Our grandson ‘Cully” works
for the West Virginia Parks and Recreation, and several months ago
he attended a Conference near Roanoke, Virginia. While there the
group had a day trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Cully was happy to
be in the vehicle of a colleague from Virginia who he had known
for some 10-12 years. It was a seldom-offered opportunity for them
to catch up with each other’s careers and family and to swap
experiences and stories and lies. The maintenance of the park, the
ecological problems of the impact of hundreds of thousands of
visitors yearly were among the subjects of their day of being
together.
They discussed how difficult the construction of the parkway must
have been back in the thirties, with little in the way of modern
machinery and with a virtually untrained work force of local men.
That is why the Parkway was built, you know, to provide jobs to
the men of the area who were caught up in the depths of the Great
Depression. The work was accomplished be men using picks and
shovels and drilling holes with hand tools in the rock for
dynamite. It was truly a great feat and a source of pride to those
men, as well it should have been. The Blue Ridge Parkway and the
Skyline Drive have more yearly visitors than any other National
Park. Every week or so some older man, with grandchildren in tow,
will greet a Ranger with the proud words, “ I helped build this
road!” The Rangers note carefully the man’s name and where and
when he says he worked.
Cully’s friend Bill told the group in his vehicle that in the
spring he had been on road patrol and had come upon a pick-up
truck parked near a point where the rock-wall beside the road had
deteriorated and started falling away. No one was at the truck but
he could hear someone down over the side of the road, on looking
he discovered two elderly men lifting and raising, a foot at a
time, up the hill; the rocks that had fallen from the wall. When
he asked the men what they were doing and why, they replied, “we
laid this wall in 1938 and it should have lasted longer. We’re
going to do it right this time”. Knowing that he was witness to a
remarkable event, Bill talked with the fellows a while, until he
knew he had worn his welcome out and he was keeping the men from
their job. He left.
Now there are no provisions made for that kind of a happening in
the minds and the regulations of the Federal Government. Without
Health Insurance, overtime pay, OSHA, EEO, and all the many safety
measures that are in place to save us from ourselves. Bill was a
remarkable young man and he knew he was experiencing something
special. He also had a remarkable man for a boss.
When he reported that evening his wise superior said, “I like a
fellow that guarantees his work“. “We’ll just sleep on the problem
and I’ll tell you in the morning what we’ll do.
The next morning his boss said, “We won’t do anything about it, if
fact we won’t know anything about it, now you keep an eye out for
those fellers, and if you see they need anything see it shows up
overnight! If it means that much to those old gentlemen damned if
I’ll tell them they can’t do it“. With the exception of the “Slow!
Men at Work” signs placed at each end of the job, no recognition
was made of the men’s long summer of work.
It was as if they did not exist, except for the friendly waves
from passing vehicles and the sand and cement and water that
mysteriously appeared overnight. Finally the job was complete and
the old men left the mountain as they had came, without a work to
anyone.
Over the winter months at the urging of the Chief Ranger a Bronze
Plaque was purchased with private funds and placed, with the
appropriate governmental permission, in the wall. The inscription
read:
“This Stone Work was done by
Willis McGahey and Thomas Fitzgerald
Master Stone Masons
from
I936 until 2005" |
The following summer in a quiet ceremony the plaque was dedicated,
Mr. Fitzgerald had passed away in the spring. But Mr. McGahey was
there and said, “you fellers weren’t fooling anyone, we knowed you
were keeping a close eye on us, Tom told me, “ guess they think we
was gonna steal a rock or two.”
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